Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2023 21:19:41 +0200
From: Daemon D. Hart <daemondhart2@gmail.com>
Subject: Sucking It Up - 2

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Sucking It Up is a companion story for In It For Life (the sequel to Prison
Island). For people who have already read the two other stories, published
here, on Nifty, it's about Mouse's life in the army, how he got to know
captain Reynolds and other people. There will be some intersections with
the main storyline from In It For Life, but it will be mainly about Mouse
and how he uses his mouth to make friends while serving the country.

You can find Prison Island, here on Nifty, at this link:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/prison-island/

And In It For Life, here:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/in-it-for-life/


Sucking It Up

2.

Life in the army could be so boring sometimes. Mouse shifted on his bunk
bed and stared at the ceiling, hoping to find a reason there so that he
wasn't so bored. And it was so fucking hot. He wasn't even in the mood for
giving blowjobs, which said a lot about how bored he was. It was a Sunday,
which meant that they weren't even doing their usual drills. A state of
readiness was expected from them, but, beyond that, they were supposed to
enjoy their time off.

Mouse had never done too well with time off. He liked action, to do things,
not lie down like that, with nothing to do. Later, they might hit the small
town nearby, have a small drink with people from other units spread
about. Maybe there would be some new cocks to suck there. Something new to
break off the boredom.

Not that he didn't know what his problem was. Captain Reynolds had put them
through the wringer all week, and all the time, Mouse had stared at the
man, or better said, at his crotch. He usually liked easy things, but he
just couldn't stop himself thinking of his commander. And he hadn't missed
how the guy had acted as their drill sergeant, showing them some wrestling
moves up close and personal. Their real drill sergeant, a guy everyone
called Pike, was a fucking scumbag. Mouse couldn't stand the sight of him,
and he had a hunch that his extracurricular activities were known and not
much appreciated by the said scumbag.

The problem was captain Reynolds had skipped him at the wrestling
demonstrations, and that didn't sit well with him at all. He had ended up
getting drilled by the same scumbag as usual, and Pike hadn't missed a
chance to hit his ankles and drive an elbow between his shoulder blades, on
basis that he was teaching him the correct position. The man had small
beady eyes and was short and wide. No one called him fat to his face, and
Mouse wondered how a guy so out of shape was there, with them, supposedly
to teach them how to fight. Most probably, he was well-connected. That
explained everything, army or no army, war or no war.

So, he was pretty salty over being overlooked like that. And he had even
anticipated the way it would feel when the captain held him from behind,
pressing that hard crotch against his ass. Fuck, he was fucked. He missed
Kekko big time. Karl had reached for him from another world and sent him to
meet Francesco. Even if no one told him Karl was behind all that, he just
knew. Somehow, he had learned where Kekko was, and rumor had it -- and by
that, he meant Morgan -- that Francesco had been looking for him like crazy
all over the country, in prisons and whatnot.

A thing like that was enough to boost a man's ego. But now Kekko was far
away, with his plump sexy butt and kissable lips and everything, and Mouse
was stuck here, with a hard-on for his commander, who was very near and
very untouchable.

The fuck was with him and this new obsession? Maybe it was because the
captain was nice to him, not in the way people in power were with people
under them, who they treated like pets or underlings. No, captain Reynolds
was a good guy who offered praise only when earned, and did so in a manner
that could make any soldier proud.

Fuck, if he knew what to do with that. He wanted to do captain Reynolds,
that much he knew. The how was eluding him, however. With most guys, it was
easy-peasy. Want a bj? Yes or no.

And captain Reynolds had said no. Hmm, maybe not directly, but Mouse knew
when he was being flipped off. The guy was married, didn't have use for a
mouth, and was, by the looks of it, a stoic, who could do without sex for
months, because he was in love with his job or some shit.

That was a fucking bummer.

"Hey, Ahab," someone whispered from the door.

Mouse had to squint to see who it was. "Peewee?"

"I told you not to call me that. Hey, the boys are having a game of
cards. Don't you want to come?"

"I want to come," Mouse joked, "but none of you assholes are offering as
little as a hand."

It didn't take Ryan long to catch that. After a short moment of debate
whether to get angry over it or not, Ryan stepped inside and closed the
door after him, carefully, as if there was some risk to wake up someone.

He sat on the bed next to Mouse and didn't say a word for a while. Mouse
was too bored to even ask what was up with him.

"I would offer you a hand," Ryan said very slowly and so faintly that Mouse
wasn't so sure he had heard him right.

"Don't bother, Peewee, I bet I have a lot more experience than you in that
area, too."

Ryan seemed offended by that. "I jerk off," he protested.

"Yeah, okay, good for you. Unless you want to blow me, I think you should
go back to your pals and their card game." To make clear that he wasn't
crazy about companionship when he could just sit there and dream of a way
to get into the captain's pants, he closed his eyes and crossed his hands
over his belly.

Ryan didn't move. "I could," he said in a strangled voice, "do that, too."

That stirred Mouse alright. He pushed himself up on his elbows and gave the
guy a good long stare. "No shit," he said slowly. "Are you for real,
Peewee?"

"Don't call me that." Ryan wasn't pissed or angry. He was just upset and
felt humiliated for not being taken seriously.

"Okay, I won't call you that. But only if you stop with the bullshit."

Ryan bit his bottom lip hard. "Why do you say it's bullshit? You do it all
the time."

"Yeah, and I'm the black sheep around here. What do you think it's going to
happen if anyone catches whiff of what you're doing? You know, sucking cock
and all that, just to be clear."

"Are you going to tell on me?"

"No, you little fucker, I won't. But it's like living in glass houses
around here if you didn't notice."

Ryan seemed deflated. Mouse wasn't in the mood to mollycoddle a cute moron,
but he had a feeling that Ryan wasn't going to let him be if he didn't make
things clear and in a way that didn't hurt the boy's feelings much.

"Look, I get it," he said. "You saw me doing it and thought it was fun. But
the others won't ever look at you the same if you do it and get caught. The
cocksucker label is worse than a tattoo, dude. It never gets off. I'm
talking from experience."

"Is that why you're doing it? Because you think there's no other way?"

Mouse shrugged. "I like it. The taste of a cock in my mouth, how full it
makes me feel. And you know, cum is awesome. You should taste yours, if
you're that curious."

"I did." Ryan stole a glance at him and then he returned at staring at his
own hands.

"Good for you," Mouse said with a grunt. He looked down at his own
crotch. Peewee was starting to get him hard. Maybe he needed a distraction,
after all. And who was he to babysit the little fucker? Ryan was probably
the same age as him or older, but he couldn't keep from thinking that he
was younger. More innocent, for sure.

He got to his feet and hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. "I'm in the
showers. Come in five minutes. Come up with some lie so that no one's
coming to look for you for like half an hour."

"Are you going to..." Ryan didn't continue.

Mouse smirked and began walking, enjoying Ryan's eyes on the swing of his
hips. Ryan needed a little upgrade. And maybe teaching him how to blow a
cock properly wasn't so bad. It was a skill good to have and it had taken
him far in life.

***

He was already soaping his crack for the third time, thinking that Peewee
must have chickened out after all, when someone walked into the
showers. Mouse leaned against the wall and began to play with his cock,
tugging at it so that it grew to full length.

Ryan rushed in and his breath caught when his eyes landed on Mouse. He took
off his clothes in record time, stumbling and almost falling. Mouse
snickered and watched him making a total fool of himself.

"Shut up," Ryan mumbled and walked into the shower stall.

Without any preamble, he pressed his lips against Mouse's mouth. Well, that
was a way to shut him up, for sure. Ryan's body was hot and smelled of
sweat, but Mouse didn't mind it. Some guys were pigs, but not this boy. No,
this one was as neat as they came, and one step away from getting a good
nice cock in his mouth to teach him not to bite more than he could chew.

For now, he enjoyed the kiss. Ryan was clumsy and needy, and Mouse liked
the flavor. He let his hands move lower, down on Ryan's back and grabbed
his ass playfully. While half-expecting Ryan to push him away, what he got
in turn was a soft groan and a body pressing harder against him.

It looked like Peewee would get what he wanted and a little more. As
frustrated as he felt for being overlooked by the captain, he could do with
fucking a cute butt instead. He didn't hesitate as he grabbed Ryan and
turned him with his face to the wall, making him gasp in surprise.

"What, what are you doing?" Ryan stammered.

"You look like you need cock in your life and badly," Mouse growled
playfully into his ear.

"Wait," Ryan said, alarmed by how quick things are moving. "I'm not sure--"

Mouse was about to tell him to stop acting like a pussy since his boy pussy
clearly wanted some, when the alarm went off.

"You gotta be kidding me," he groaned and pushed himself away from Ryan's
body.

His mate made a run for the door the next instant. Saved by the bell. Who
the fuck believed that shit?

***

Mouse held the binoculars to his eyes and scouted the horizon. Nothing was
yet visible, but he felt it in his blood. The enemy was there, hiding
behind those rocks, waiting for a sign.

War was a funny thing, he pondered as he grimly took in his
surroundings. It was all calm and peaceful, only for hell to break loose
the following moment.

"What's your call, Ahab?"

Was the captain really asking him that?

"They're there." Whatever, if he was asked, he'd give the answer. And they
had the confirmation from the big eye in the sky, so what was with the
twenty questions, anyway? The captain was starting to piss him off, and he
was too close. He felt his teeth grinding against each other.

"Ahab!"

Mouse startled.

"I gave you an order," the captain said through his teeth.

What the fuck? When? Fuck, he'd been lost in his own mind for a moment
there.

"Get down and stay out of the way," the captain ordered and moved on to
instruct Ryan and the rest on how to adjust the cannon.

Fuck, he thought to himself. I need to jerk off before I literally lose my
head.

The look the captain gave him for a short moment was all he needed to
realize that he had messed up big time, in one second of not paying
attention.

***

It was no wonder that the captain wanted to see him in his office later
that evening. They had the confirmation that the target had been destroyed,
but that mission could have gone and get finished without him, anyway.

He knocked shortly and waited for the call to go in. He walked in only
after the captain bellowed for a second time. Since the man was so pissed
at him, it could be worth it to double down. He'd only get punished once.

He assumed the position after saluting and smacking his heels together.

"At ease," Reynolds growled at him.

"I'd rather not, sir."

"Are you smarting out to me?"

Mouse started as the captain smacked his hands on the desk. "No, sir," he
said slowly.

"I think that it got to your head that you're special."

"No, sir, that isn't--"

"Talk only when I ask you a question, soldier!"

Mouse couldn't stand straighter if he wanted. Every muscle in his body hurt
from tension. He expected a thrashing and probably being in charge of
cleaning the toilets for the foreseeable future, but this was a bit
different than what he had imagined. He had let the man down, and he felt
shitty about it.

"Where the hell was your head when we were out in the field today?"

"It wasn't, I mean--"

"Don't try to lie to me. I only want the truth."

Fuck, the truth was kind of hard to get out. Nah, the captain was going to
kick his ass if he knew.

"With all due respect, sir, the truth--"

"Is all I want to hear coming from your mouth." Captain Reynolds sat behind
his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm waiting."

Mouse took a deep breath. "It sucks that you didn't teach me how to
wrestle." He held his eyes up, somewhere above the captain's head. "You
showed it to the others." Fuck, he sounded like a petulant kid.

The silence that stretched announced nothing good.

"How old are you, Ahab?" the captain asked.

"Almost twenty-one." He had no idea why Reynolds wanted to know that. And
it wasn't like he didn't have everyone's files.

"And, at your age, you still throw tantrums?"

Mouse pursed his lips. So that was how it was going to be. He remained
silent.

"No come back? Nothing clever to prove how smart you are? Hmm, hot shot?"

Mouse frowned. He didn't know why it pissed him off so much that Reynolds
was talking to him like that. But it pissed him off big time. "I'm not some
hot shot, sir. Unlike these other mofos around me, I've had a shitty life
before coming here. And it ain't getting any better."

"Really? Should the universe give you something because you're you? Some
special little snowflake?"

His blood was fucking boiling. He broke from his proper stance and smacked
his hands on the captain's desk. "Now, look here, sir. I didn't ask to come
here. It was either this or rotting in jail. So, before you judge me,
mister I'm too good for you to suck my cock--"

He swallowed his words and stepped back. Fuck, he had talked too much. He
almost stumbled over his own legs in his hurry to get out.

"Ahab, come back here this instance!" the captain yelled after him, but he
was having none of that.

***

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Being horny was one thing, but being stupid was a totally
different deal. Why the fuck had he let himself riled up so easily? The
fucking captain had talked like he knew him from Adam or something. What an
asshole, when Mouse had had to fight and scrape by since he'd been way too
young for that kind of life. Sure, he had acted like a moron, losing
himself in his own head while on the battlefield, but that didn't mean that
the captain could call him arrogant and full of himself as if he'd had his
entire life offered on a fucking silver platter.

What was the punishment for disobedience? Mouse was pretty sure the captain
wasn't going to be too sweet on him now that he had run out of his office,
ignoring a direct order. Shit. He pressed the heels of his hands against
his eyes. The evening was falling fast, and it wouldn't do him any good to
be caught out in the open. Nights could get really cold, and his balls
would freeze and fall off. Ha, maybe that was the proper punishment for
being horny and stupid, after all.

"Ahab," someone called for him.

He knew without looking that it was Ryan. "What?" he growled, without
looking.

"Captain says I must bring you."

For a moment, he played with the idea to ignore that, too, but he was
pushing his luck as it was. So, he got to his feet and brushed the seat of
his pants. Ryan stared at him as he walked over. "What?" The snarl on his
face was supposed to put off any questions.

"Captain's really pissed," Ryan whispered. "He didn't let any of us have
dinner."

"Oh, fuck," Mouse murmured. He had chosen a stupid day to go all rebel over
his life and position in the army. "I'll clean up my mess, don't worry. Now
move. I'm coming."

Ryan did as told without another word.

***

The whole crew was there, even Pike. Mouse could tell by their body
language that they weren't happy with being summoned in the small courtyard
when they were supposed to have dinner, shower, and go to bed.

Mouse walked directly to Reynolds. "Reporting for duty, sir," he said,
trying hard not to sound like he wanted to piss off the guy even more.

The captain gave him a short look and then ignored him. He moved along,
taking in everyone present. "Today, your mate here made a mistake, one that
could have been fatal. What mistake was that?"

Everyone was silent.

"I asked you a question. Lowes, answer," the captain barked at Ryan.

"He didn't hear your order, sir," Ryan supplied, his voice strained and
hesitant.

"Speak loud and clear, soldier."

Ryan repeated, this time louder.

"That's incorrect," Reynolds said. "He ignored my order."

Mouse frowned. What the fuck was that? "That's not --" he started.

The captain turned on his heel so fast it made the dust rise under his feet
with a crunching sound. "Did I speak to you, soldier?"

Mouse decided it was a good moment to shut his trap. "No, sir." Whatever
happened, happened. It wasn't like him to ponder over how unfair this bitch
of a life was. He didn't even have that big a reason to get on the
captain's bad side, except for his own horniness and wanting to suck the
guy's cock. He should have known better.

"Why is it wrong to ignore an order?" Reynolds took mercy on Ryan and asked
someone else.

Mouse sighed under his breath. He was being put on trial alright. His mates
now had to say exactly where he had gone wrong, what could have happened
and all that jazz. The worst part was that he actually agreed with every
word they said. That shit from earlier during the operation should never
happen again.

His eyes fell on Pike as he continued to listen. The look on that ugly mutt
face was even uglier now. Mouse would have described it as downright
murderous, only that he didn't have time to ponder over that.

"How should he be punished?" the captain asked the rest of the squad.

No one said a word. His mates could be assholes sometimes, but they lived
by the same code. Shit like that could happen to any of them, and they
could see themselves in his place.

"Talk, or you'll go to bed tonight on an empty stomach," Reynolds
continued. "Do you understand? You're grownups, not kids. I won't babysit
your forever. Now, speak."

Mouse took one step forward toward the captain. "I volunteer to clean the
toilets until my current tour ends. I will wash the dishes, do the laundry,
run 100 laps around the camp, and do whatever you'll come up with,
sir. Just let the others have their dinner. It wasn't their fault I
slipped."

Reynolds didn't interrupt him during his little tirade. "You got that
right. But it's their fault if they think they do you any favors -- or
themselves -- by playing the mutes right now."

"Maybe he could drop and give you 50?" someone suggested in a weak voice.

Reynolds pursed his lips and didn't bother to look at the guy
talking. "Sergeant," he told Pike, "discipline this soldier. It looks like
more drilling is required. The rest of you, dismissed."

Mouse didn't move a muscle on his face. It looked like the captain had
chosen the worst punishment after all. Pike could barely wait to put his
hands on him, and not in the fun way.

***

"I should be in bed right now, and I'm stuck here with you, you stupid
punk." Pike pushed him forward.

"The captain left it all to you. So, you could just call it a night," Mouse
suggested.

He grunted as the man hit him hard over the head. "Too bad I enjoy to put
you through the paces a lot more."

Was that how it was called? Mouse dropped to the ground and began the first
series of pushups as Pike ordered. He needed to pace his breathing and
effort, as that mean motherfucker could go at it all night. And the
temperature was fucking dropping.

"I think you're overdressed for the task, soldier," Pike said and
laughed. "Down to your skivvies."

Mouse knew that the more obedient he was, the more bored Pike would
get. So, without a word, he got to his feet and shed off his clothes, save
for his underwear.

"You know what? Take those off, too."

That fucker. Mouse ground his teeth and did as told. He stood there, naked,
covering his crotch, not because he didn't want that fucker to see his junk
in the artificial light flooding the court, but because he half-expected a
low kick to the nuts.

Pike's ugly smile was a bearer of nothing good. "You a fag, son?"

Mouse fought hard to ignore that. "Should I go for another round of
pushups?"

"I asked you a question, son. You a fag?" Pike came closer and blew the
last words in his face. Mouse felt like gagging. The asshole should do a
little more about personal hygiene.

"No, sir," he said as calmly as he could under the circs.

"You go round, sucking every cock in the barracks. You think I don't know?"

"That has nothing to do with being a bundle of sticks."

Pike stopped for a moment and stared at him as if he was sprouting another
head. Then, he kicked him in the stomach, short and efficient, making him
bend over and groan in pain. As much as he had expected the violence, his
stomach, empty as it was, still lurched toward his throat.

"Not only you're a fag, but you're one with an attitude problem," Pike said
through his teeth. "I'll straighten that for you, don't think I won't. And
I'll beat the fag out of you, too."

Fuck, this was bad. Pike could break all his bones. How would that sit with
the captain? It wouldn't matter if Mouse ended up in a cast from neck to
toes, now would it? The second kick landed between his shoulder blades, the
favorite spot of that mean asshole, and this time, he hit the ground like a
sack of potatoes.

No way would he enjoy the captain's tears over his dead body. Mouse didn't
live with the illusion that anyone cared about his sorry ass in the entire
world, except for Kekko. And how big a disappointment to Francesco that
would be if he ended up dead or maimed for life? Especially now, that they
had found each other again, as little as that was.

Pike laughed and prepared to kick him in the back again, probably with the
intent of breaking his spine. Later, he might say that it was an accident
or some shit, like Mouse trying to run away and falling like an idiot. Who
wouldn't believe him? That in the case that he even had to offer any
explanations. There was always the possibility to say that he got killed in
the line of duty.

Mouse rolled to the left suddenly, so Pike's boot met only the ground. The
asshole cursed and turned, but Mouse was already on his feet and hit him
square in the face, making his head snap back and his feet stagger.

He should take advantage of the element of surprise more, but Mouse didn't
want to press his luck. If he thrashed the fucker, there would be hell to
pay. He was an ordinary soldier, no special pin on his collar. So, he just
pushed Pike, making him stumble and fall.

"Listen here, sergeant," he spat, hovering above the fallen asshole, "I'll
do your drills, whatever. But try to hurt me one more time, and I'll be the
one hurting you. Got it?"

"You fucking punk!" Pike tried to cut off his legs, but Mouse was ready. He
jumped over and stepped back, ready for an attack. Anything he'd do from
now on, it would be in self-defense. If he was at least a bit lucky, the
captain would only throw him in the hole for like a week or
something. Stronger men had broken down after that, rumors said around
every squad in town.

Pike managed to land a punch, and that made him dizzy for a moment. Mouse
shook his head to clear his mind and evaded another frenzied punch at the
last second. However, the asshole used his fat body to barrel into him and
throw him on the ground. From there, a rain a kicks landed all over him.

"Sergeant!" The captain's voice cut through the night's air.

Thank fuck for the cavalry. Mouse groaned and nursed his left arm to his
chest as an excruciating pain shot through it. He hoped it wasn't broken.

Pike stopped hitting him at the voice of his commanding officer. Thank fuck
for hierarchy, equally.

"What's going on here?" Reynolds demanded to know.

Mouse remained on the ground. Pain was pain, fucking horrible pain.

"This punk refused to obey," Pike replied, but anyone could tell he was
pissing his pants.

"Why is he naked?" Reynolds continued.

"I had to discipline him, sir. You ordered me to."

"Dismissed, sergeant."

"But, sir--"

"I said, dismissed."

Mouse heard Pike walking away. What was it going to be? Was the captain
going to side with Pike? It sure sounded like he would, seeing how he had
just let him go scot-free.

"On your feet, soldier," Reynolds ordered, but he didn't bark the command,
like earlier, with Pike.

Mouse pushed himself up, trying to hide his pain. He didn't expect sympathy
and mercy; that wasn't how the world worked. The least he could do was to
not give them the satisfaction to act like he was down, even if he was.

"That arm, let me see it." Reynolds took his wrist, firm but without being
abrupt and moved his arm slowly. "It's not broken. Raise your arms."

Mouse did as told, even if he grimaced in pain. The captain's hands feeling
his ribs were doing funny things to him. At least one part of him still
worked.

"It's a miracle, but I guess you'll only have some bruising to show off
later to your pals," Reynolds commented. "What happened here?"

"Ask the sergeant," Mouse said through his teeth and added only after a
loaded pause, "sir."

"I will," Reynolds said shortly. "Were you hit anywhere else?"

Mouse had a funny thought to tell the captain that his dick might need
proper attention, but he wasn't that much of a moron. "He preferred the
upper part of the body, sir."

He was surprised when the captain took his head in his large hands and
looked at him. What he was looking for, only he knew. Mouse stared back,
hoping that it didn't count as defiance, as curiosity.

"You'll spend tonight in the hole," Reynolds said.

"What? Why? I--" Mouse swallowed his words. "Yes, sir," he said and pursed
his lips. He looked away from the captain, straight ahead.

Reynolds cradled one cheek in his hand, and his thumb caressed the corner
of Mouse's mouth. The touch was gone quickly, so maybe it had only been his
imagination and nothing else. "It's not punishment. It's for your
protection. I'll send Lowes later with something for you to eat and a
couple of pills for the pain."

"I'll be fine, sir. Let Ryan sleep. He worked hard today, unlike me."

"I'm not sure if you play the hero or the victim here, Ahab." The captain
chuckled softly. "Your pal Ryan actually woke me up and told me about what
was going on here. But let that be a secret, alright?"

"My lips are sealed," Mouse murmured. So, he had a guardian angel, and his
name was Peewee. His fate had a sense of humor, for sure, one that erred on
the side of irony, but still. He was grateful. He could use some food.

"Let's go." The captain wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and
made him walk. "I'll see about your drill sergeant in the morning."

"Can I ask what are you going to do about him, sir?"

"You can, but I can only tell you that I intend to let him stew until
tomorrow. Lowes already put a new cot in the hole, just for you. So, sleep
tightly, Ahab."

The man's hand on his nape was warm and assuring. Mouse almost thought
nothing hurt for a moment. He stepped inside the windowless room without
protesting. The captain turned him and kissed his forehead. "Don't worry. I
always take care of all my boys."

Why did the captain sound so regretful while saying that? Mouse wanted to
know more. However, it didn't feel like the hole was a good setting for
having heart to heart talks with his commanding officer.

"See you in the morning, son," Reynolds said before walking away.

It definitely felt a lot better to be called that by the captain than that
asshole.

***

"Ryan?" he said just as the guy was about to walk out. "Thanks for the
food, man. And you know, for getting the captain before Pike fucked me up
for good."

"No problem," Ryan said stiffly.

"Okay. Don't worry, I won't say a word to the others."

"I don't really care if you do. I would have done the same for anyone
else."

"Yeah, you're a good apple, Peewee."

"Don't call me that. And stop talking like you're a hundred years older
than me or something."

"Ah, but maybe I am. Are you really sleepy? Come here."

Ryan listened to him. He had a flashlight with him, and he had held it for
Mouse to have his meal without risking to take an eye out with the
fork. Now, he put it on the ground and came to sit by Mouse's side on the
cot.

Mouse caressed Ryan's cheek, earning first a slight sign of surprise. Then,
the guy leaned into his touch. "Do you want a blowjob?" he asked. "I'd hate
being indebted to you, or anyone else."

"Is bringing you food worth 50 bucks?"

Mouse laughed. "I was pulling your leg with that. For you, it's free, from
now on."

"It's free for all the others, anyway."

"Yeah, you got me there. So, do you want me to blow you?"

Ryan turned his head and surprised Mouse by kissing the inside of his
palm. "I want to blow you."

"Ah, man, I told you."

"We're in the hole. Not a glass house."

Peewee had a point. The truth was his body hurt still, and the pills still
had some way to go, so Mouse guided Ryan slowly toward his crotch. Since he
was already naked, there were no obstacles to mind.

Ryan let out a small pained moan as his lips landed on the side of Mouse's
cock. He was an eager one, alright. "Easy," Mouse whispered. "First, kiss
the head and lick it a little. Like this, you're doing fine. Now, open up
and take only as much as you can handle. Yes, you're pretty good with that
tongue."

As clumsy as he was, Ryan didn't look like he needed a lot of guidance. He
was also good at swallowing, because he went deeper than Mouse
expected. Then, he started to move his head, while his tongue made sure to
taste Mouse's cock everywhere.

"Go ahead, you're doing great," Mouse praised him and put one hand on the
back of Ryan's head to enjoy the ride.

Ryan was moaning desperately as he sucked with enthusiasm. And by the sound
of it, he was beating his meat at the same time.

"I'll blow in your mouth," Mouse warned. "Oh, fuck, I'll give you a nice
warm meal, you sweet cocksucker."

That last thing seemed to send Ryan in a frenzy. They were both thrashing
like crazy on the cot, Ryan in a struggle to keep Mouse's cock in his mouth
while he was getting ready to blow himself.

Mouse grabbed him by the back of his neck to steady him and pushed his hips
up, choking Ryan. By the sounds the other boy was making, he was cumming
while getting his mouth filled with cum.

Ryan was breathing hard after pulling away.

"You alright?" Mouse patted him on the back.

Ryan laughed, sounding a lot more relieved than anything else. "I thought
I'd hate it. But I like the taste. It's yummy."

"Congrats, dude," Mouse said with a snort. "You're officially a
cocksucker. Happy?"

"Yeah, totally."

Mouse shook his head. Peewee was a funny dude. "Thanks for the bj. And of
course, for getting the captain and all."

"Don't worry about it. That fucker Pike better get skewered by the captain
tomorrow."

"It might not be so easy," Mouse said. "A guy like Pike must have friends
in high places."

"Yeah, maybe, but the captain is a just man. I just know it."

If anything worked as it should in the world, Pike would get his just
deserts. But that wasn't how things worked. Still, he didn't need to make
Ryan look at things in the same cynical way as him. He was, after all, a
boy who had a chance to live in a better world than that after his tour was
up.

Ryan fumbled with his pants for a bit. "Ahab," he said gently, "you're a
nice guy."

"You're alright, too, Peewee."

"You're not leaving me off the hook with that, are you?"

"It's fun to tease you. But don't worry. The others won't hear it from
me. It's just our little secret."

"Like the blowjob."

"Yeah, like that. Kiss me goodnight?"

Ryan didn't take it as a joke and pressed his mouth against Mouse's lips.
He really had a sweet mouth, the kid. Mouse felt good for being, most
probably, the first guy to get sucked by that sweet, sweet mouth.

tbc